O Blessed Mystery,
O Triune Puzzle,
grant us the wisdom
to be at peace with questions
rather than contriving explanations.

We strive to prove ourselves
with a show of truth,
but the glory of Wisdom —
of One who sang the distant stars into being
and who rocks the earth’s foundation
to sleep after its long nightmare —
the glory of Wisdom is yours,
without our vain desire for answers.

Now bless us, we pray,
in our uncertainties. Teach us
the peace of the ocean’s limitations.
We would strive to measure you as Three;
turn our calculating hearts instead to recognize
the immeasurable length of your grace.
We are yours by your delight,
and we are grateful!